He didn’t say a word. He walked over to the couch in his room and sat down on it, awe-struck at the sheer stupidity required to order your own fucking cousin as an escort.
If he wasn’t so scared about what would happen next, he would have found this whole scenario hilarious. In reality, it was pretty funny. But not right now.
Right now he wanted to throw up.
=====
The moment Cassie finally processed what she was going through, she knew she had to get the hell out of this hotel room.
Grabbing the luggage case she placed on the floor when she walked in, she turned away from her cousin, grabbed the handle of his hotel room door and flew out of that room. She could hear the door bounce on her way out. Cassie bolted for her car. She walked faster and with more purpose than ever before. She. Can. Not. Have this discussion. Not with him. Not with family.
He wouldn’t understand why she was doing what she was doing. It’s one thing to idolize the classic Hollywood hooker stereotype that everyone who does sex work is damaged or looking for love but that’s really not her. She does it because she wants to and when you’re trading sex for money, there are people who get it and people who don’t. No way would HE get it.
Speaking of … what in the fuck was he even doing there? Tony was a normal guy and in a happy marriage. Was he really cheating on Kayla? He’s the LAST person she would’ve expected that from.
“I’ve got to get home,” she thought.
Cassie made it all the way to her car, tossed her luggage back into her trunk and turned the key into her ignition before she realized she couldn’t go anywhere. She was stuck.
“Shit.”
She might have wanted to leave. Every bit of her instinct was that she needed to leave. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t leave it like that.
She sat in her driver’s side seat with the ignition turned on and the seatbelt warning beeping for at least five minutes before she knew what she needed to do.
She got out of the car.
=====
What do you do when your family finds out you tried to pick up an escort?
Tony sat on the dark brown couch in his hotel room wondering that and trying to play out how that talk would go with his mother, sister, brother and inevitably his wife.
Now, his wife wasn’t likely to be upset because they did have an understanding but the entire point of their agreement was to not have it come up in their day-to-day lives. Trying to hire your cousin to have sex with you for money was the exact opposite of that.
“How was I supposed to know?” he thought.
Thinking back, there really was no way he would’ve known it was Cassie in those ads. For one thing — and, yes, he knew this is a stupid thing to say — she wasn’t using her real name.
For another, none of her photos had shown her face.
Frankly, he’d never thought of his cousin in a sexual way before. How was he supposed to know that’s what she did for work? He wasn’t all that close to her, really. Sure, they saw each other at family gatherings and would chat for a bit but she’s the LAST person he would picture doing sex work.